It’s late in the night. 2:36 am to be exact.

And you’re standing outside your balcony in the cold air of the night with only your robe to shield yourself. Looking down at what seem to be the drunken ramblings of a drunk. Except— this is your ex boyfriend.

He looks a mess. His face covered in a sheet of sweat, the tips of his brown hair stuck to his forehead. You almost doubt he’s even drunk, because he’s the type to do this all while sober.

“ah—{{user}}, honey I, I’ve been up all night I mean I can’t even think straight—“

You can just faintly hear his voice from up there. Your neighbors are probably very much annoyed with him right now.